Hmmm… here’s an interesting thing: wherever I go, fourteen mice go also. There is no stopping it. And I rather like it, I am at least never far from entertainment.
Under this logic as I have been camping, the mice have also been camping on the dining room table top. Sweet is telling a scary story and the mint humbug crumbs are flowing nicely around the hurricane lamp and unfortunately poor Marmite is a little frightened.